Deranged musings of a charming degenerate

6 months

Okay so I forgot to post for 6 months. shoot me.

What have I been up to? Drugs, memes, bisexual 19 year old nymphomaniacs who like drugs and memes, ecommerce, freelancing, going on tour, recording, breaking up bands, recruiting new band members, writing songs about drugs and sluts and memes, eating nachos. Wow, when I write it out like that, life seems pretty kick ass!

I am also realising that I haven’t gotten my car serviced - it was well overdue for a service last time I blogged here! But like paying taxes or going to the dentist, looking after that shit is really boring. So while the need isn’t urgent, I don’t do it, and it doesn’t happen.

I’ve also been watching lots of Game Of Thrones and shit. It’s awesome. It’s more addictive than meth, which is kind of apt really cos I’ve watched most of season 1 while i was coming down from meth. I’m a huge fan of highbrow tits, as well as just tits generally. What’s great about the tits in Game of Thrones, apart from that fact that they’re generally all just nice boobies, is the casualness with which they’re presented and the way that they interweave with the story so nicely. They’re not “Basic Instinct” type tits, which jerk the entire storyline around so that they have an opportunity to show them. They’re just, like, THERE.. and it’s all seamless, there is no interruption to the story at all. So everything is perfectly paced, which is extremely important in a show that’s also about intrigue and slaughter.

Apart from that I’ve been drinking yamazaki whiskey and sleeping it in. Just keeping it real, ya feel me?

Life’s good

wizzed

People talk a lot about recreational drugs. Much of the various narratives seem to centre around their dangers.. sometimes as counsel from government and other authority figures to be healthy and cautious and safe, but far more often the talk is of the glamour, excitement and tragedy that surrounds them, that people find so compelling.

Somewhere along the line, people seem to miss the other side of recreational drug use. That is, quite often, it’s actually quite a lot of fun. Exceptional fun. So much fun, that no words really seem quite adequate, partly because simply by recalling what it can be like sometimes just makes me want to get off the computer and score more drugs. So you’ll probably just have to take my word for it.. they can be a lot of fun. A lot of a lot of fun.

This weekend for instance. I went out on friday night, to see a friend’s band supporting a band that I used to love seeing about ten years ago. The gig was rather disappointing, but the afterparty was truly epic. I ended up crashing on a couch for about an hour, and that was all the sleep I could get. A friend who lived in the same suburb as my good self was also in attendance, so I just waited for him to sober up enough to drive home. By the time I got home it was about 4pm, and I was hungover and tired, but couldn’t get any sleep.

And so it was that I had scrubbed myself clean from the putridness of a whole night’s partying, and had attired myself for the next night, but I had no idea how I was going to do it. Which all changed when my friend came over with half a gram of fun stuff. I went out, didn’t even drink, and partied til 3 and had one of the best nights of my life. The next day was okay, I wasn’t moody, I just didn’t eat a lot and watched a lot of South Park. Better than any serious hangover I’ve had. It’s made me realise I should get on this stuff a whole lot more.

I’m not writing this to recommend any particular course of action, or lifestyle choices or whatever. I honestly don’t care. Do what you like. If you wanna stick syringes in your butthole every single day, or live a pure and clean lifestyle never touching anything stronger than a cup of tea, neither really effect me. Although I have to say if you’re going to indulge in either of those forms of madness then I’d rather never hear a word from you about it. All I’m really saying is that I had a really really good time, and I’m glad I did it.

Judge me if you will, but we’re all gonna die one day, and I intend to earn it.

Epic Hot Dogs

I’m thinking it might be time to make some truly epic hot dogs.

These dogs will feature:

Fresh baguettes
The slaughtered flesh of 3 different kinds of beast - the flesh of a bovine, and of a porcine, and that of a bird
3 different sorts of cheese
3 different kinds of chilli
Red onions
Zesty home cooked tomato sauce
Lashings upon lashings of hot english mustard
Fresh squeezed lemon juice
1 metric fuckton of garlic
pure butter
An awesome sausage of some yet-to-be-determined variety - chorizo? bratwurst?

And other artery-hardening, heart-stopping, heart-starting goodness. I think I will serve it with spicy fried potatoes and a big dollop of sour cream. And garnish with a tiny bit of rocket lettuce. Just, you know, to make it healthy.

The only question then is: what is the perfect soundtrack to such fine homemade handcrafted junk food perfection? The stinging, singing, modified black Les Paul Custom lead guitar work of John Sykes on Thin Lizzy’s Thunder and Lightning? Some southern-fried goodness from Nashville Pussy? Or for something more texan, and so very junk-food-friendly, ZZ Top? Only for the lack of Ground Beef does the last choice seem unsuitable.

The beer to accompany this will be a homebrewed lager, a batch of which was gifted to me by my comrade in inebriation Professor Pensive. These are pretty awesome, when I first got them they weren’t bad at all, but with about 6 months of age on them they have actually become rather superb, a great little Pilsner style brew. I’m nearing the end of them, which will be a pity, as apparently it won’t be cold enough to brew more until the winter.